Come, let us join our friends ab­ove,
That have ob­tained the prize,
And on the ea­gle wings of love
To joys ce­les­tial rise.
Let saints on earth unite to sing
With those to glo­ry gone,
For all the ser­vants of our king
In earth and Heav’n are one.

One fa­mi­ly we dwell in Him,
One church ab­ove, be­neath,
Though now di­vid­ed by the stream,
The nar­row stream of death;
One ar­my of the liv­ing God,
At His comm­and we bow;
Part of His host have crossed the flood,
And part are cross­ing now.

Ten thou­sand to their end­less home
This so­lemn mo­ment fly,
And we are to the mar­gin come,
And we ex­pect to die.
His mi­li­tant em­bo­died host,
With wish­ful looks we stand,
And long to see that hap­py coast,
And reach the heav’n­ly land.

Our old com­pan­ions in dis­tress
We haste again to see,
And ea­ger long for our re­lease,
And full fe­li­ci­ty:
E’en now by faith we join our hands
With those that went be­fore;
And greet the blood be­sprin­kled bands
On the eter­nal shore.

Our spir­its too shall quick­ly join,
Like theirs with glo­ry crowned,
And shout to see our cap­tain’s sign,
To hear His trum­pet sound.
O that we now might grasp our guide!
O that the word were giv’n!
Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves di­vide,
And land us all in Heav’n.